[Status]
The blue screen materialized before my eyes, its data both a death sentence and the first flicker of a plan.
[Name: Roy White]
[Title: Illegitimate Son of Boron White]
[Class: Support Magician]
[Element: Plant]
[Mana Type: Standard]
[Bloodline: Unawakened]
[Potential: C]
[Rank: G]
Attributes:
· Attack: G-
· Agility: G
· Stamina: G
· Vitality: G
· Mana: G+
· Luck: D+
Arts:
· Basic Swordsmanship (F)
· Mana Breathing (F)
Spells:
· Healing (F)
· Plant Enhancement (F)
Skills:
· Unique: None
· Rare: Plant Creation (G) - Growth Type
· Normal: Recovery (F), Swordsmanship (G), Mana Control (F)
· Resistance: Pain Resistance (F)
Traits (Hidden):
· Appraisal
· Inventory
My heart, which had been hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, stuttered to a stop for a single, dizzying second.
Traits.
The information surfaced from Roy's fuzzy memories and my own novel-based knowledge. A Trait was not a Skill. It was a divine gift, inscribed into one's soul by the God of Creation Himself. They were rarer than Unique Skills. Only one or two people in a century might be born with one.
And I had two.
The Status Screen was a universal blessing, given to all living beings in Amazia to quantify their existence. But what I was seeing… this was different. The details were too deep. 'Growth Type'? 'Hidden Traits'?
This was the interface of an otherworlder.
With a thought, I focused on the two miraculous words.
[Appraisal - A Trait granted by the God of Creation to those not born of this world, but summoned or reincarnated within it. Allows the user to identify objects, creatures, and perceive the detailed attributes and skills of others.]
[Inventory - A dimensional storage space of 100m x 100m. Can store any non-living matter.]
Understanding washed over me, cold and clarifying.
The Appraisal was my lifeline, my cheat. It explained the extra data on my Status. It was the system's way of equipping a foreign soul to survive. The Inventory… Roy had never manifested it. The Holy Church's Awakening Ceremony at age five revealed one's Status, but it wouldn't show something hidden by a divine Trait. He had lived his whole life unaware of a spatial vault in his soul.
I had everything a VRMMO player would dream of: a system, a perfect identification skill, and a bottomless bag. And no one else could see it. This was my first, my only, true advantage.
At age five, every child in the Holy Empire—every human, elf, and dwarf—underwent the ceremony to awaken their sight and see their own Status. It was the start of their path. Monsters, beasts, and dragons… they operated on different rules.
Just like one of them, I thought, a chill tracing my spine.
One of the Five Protagonists, Max Walton, was a reincarnator. His wish to the Goddess of Reincarnation was granted as the [Magic Swordsman System], a bespoke power that would guide him to become an unstoppable hybrid fighter. He was born a Count's son, in a prestigious sword lineage. His destiny was carved in legend.
My destiny, according to the novel, was carved on a headstone in Chapter 12.
I pushed the fear down and focused on my pathetic Status. My eyes returned to the top.
[Class: Support Magician - A mage specialized in auxiliary and enhancement magic. +15% effect to support-type spells. +10% to Mana recovery speed.]
Support Magician. The words were a bitter pill. Classes were the framework of power in Amazia. The five basic archetypes—Mage, Swordsman, Warrior, Archer, Healer—were usually determined at birth. My variant, Support Magician, was a branch of the Mage tree, forever shackled to healing and buffing others. A class for those who stood behind real fighters.
A class that would get me killed.
But classes could be changed. I knew of two methods, one a secret not yet revealed in this timeline.
First: A Class Change Orb. An item of mythic rarity, found only in the deepest S-Rank dungeons or the treasuries of emperors. Worth millions of gold. It was a tool for protagonists, not for bruised bastards in dusty rooms.
Second: Path Evolution. By performing specific, extreme actions aligned with a desired class, one could force their Status to evolve. This wasn't simple class advancement—like a Mage becoming a Wizard—but a fundamental shift. The secret was that you could only evolve within the broader theme of your base class and element. The world didn't know this yet. In the novel, this truth was "discovered" by a protagonist mid-way through the story.
I know it now.
My mind raced. Plant Magician. Did such a class exist? If there were Fire Magicians and Water Magicians, why not a Plant Magician? It would synergize with my element, my rare Plant Creation skill. It wouldn't be a pure combat class, but it wouldn't be passive. It could be… control. Entanglement. Poison. Domination over the natural world.
That was a path. A dangerous, untested path.
Next was Elements. The basics: Fire, Earth, Water, Wind, Thunder. The auxiliary: Light and Darkness. Then advanced combinations: Ice, Magma, Metal… and Plant, a life-attuned variation of Earth and Water. There were rarer, more sinister elements like Poison, Blood, or Sealing, often tied to specific bloodlines or curses.
I had Plant. A nurturing element. A growing element.
In the right hands, even a nurturing element could become a weapon. A forest could protect. But it could also strangle, imprison, and consume.
My eyes drifted to the window of my tiny room, where a sliver of gray sky was visible. I had four years until the plot kicked off at the Dragon Academy. Four years to turn this trashy Support Magician into something that could survive the coming storm.
Step one was understanding my tools. Step two… was learning how to wield them as weapons.
I closed the Status screen. The blue light faded, but the resolve hardening in my chest did not.
"Appraisal," I whispered, focusing on the wooden leg of my bed.
A new, smaller text box appeared.
[Object: Bed Leg. Material: Pinewood. Quality: Poor. Condition: Weakening. Estimated time until structural failure: 8 months.]
A slow smile touched my lips, the first genuine one since I'd awoken in this broken body.
It wasn't much. But it was a start.